"What the fuck!" Rick exclaimed. He had just slipped out of the dominatrix outfit, which was fortunate, as it would have been agonisingly uncomfortable. He tried not to fall on his nose from the sudden shift in his xentre of gravity.
"Did you check the label on that milk that you drank?" Lila said. "It must have been pregnancy milk. Looks like your belly's at triplets size."
"What?" Rick's face was a picture of confusion.
"Pseudo-pregnancy milk, if you want to be pedantic about it," Lila said, sounding a little exasperated. "I'm sure that you're not the first to make that mistake. Just live with it. The effect will start to wear off after five weeks or so. Here, lets see if my nightie will still fit you without tearing."
Rick was too stunned to say anything more for the time being. What the hell was going on? The wand was defunct, and he wasn't aware of any wish that he had made earlier on that could possibly have caused this.
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